There I met students from all over Ireland, had holiday romances, picnics on long golden beaches, ate French toast for the first time, had a ball at the nightly ceildhes and last and surely least, experienced my first ‘dry toilet’.
So my schooldays and my childhood slipped away. Many of my classmates I never saw again. Some have passed on, some gone away and some married and still living about Newry. I see a few of them on occasion when I visit Newry from my home now in
Sadly my parents split up when I was eighteen years old. My father had a problem with gambling and on many occasions lost most of his wages on horses. In addition he was fiercely jealous and imagined my mother to have hordes of admirers. When he died in 1970 of a brain tumour and pneumonia, it was obvious that he had been suffering from these things for some time. He was only sixty-two years of age.
I loved my school days and have many happy memories of them.
.. Home Alone Kid …